Besedila: And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead. Fake Fake Eyes.

With you're fake, fake eyes,
Are you blinded to me?
GG - cold in the house,
A butterfly knife in the south
Scotch on your rocks,
You're sexless, like Sid,
Girl walks in, in this dust,
With the past in my skull.


Sink on South!
Sink on South!